"Since thus ye have combined," he said, The minx shall, for your folly's sake, Shall make your scribbling fingers ache, And pinch your noses blue." William Cowper. CCCVIII. THE MERMAID TAVERN. SOULS of Poets dead and gone, Sweeter than those dainty pies I have heard that on a day And pledging with contented smack 'TIS gone, with its thorns and its roses, With the dust of dead ages to mix; Time's charnel for ever encloses The year Eighteen hundred and six ! Though many may question thy merit, Thy portion of sunshine and storm! My blame and my blessing thou sharest, If thine was a gloom the completest One hand gave the balmy corrector 'Tis gone, with its thorns and its roses! Honble. William R. Spencer. CCCX. MINERVA'S THIMBLE. YOUNG Jessica sat all the day, With heart o'er idle love-thoughts pining; So active once !-now idly shining. Ah, Jessy, 'tis in idle hearts That love and mischief are most nimble; The safest shield against the darts Of Cupid, is Minerva's thimble. The child, who with a magnet plays, And laughing, says, "we'll steal it slily." Is pleased to let the magnet wheedle, And off, at length, elopes the needle. Now, had this needle turn'd its eye Nor felt the magnet's sly seduction. Thomas Moore. CCCXI. ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA. Oн, fond attempt to give a deathless lot These twinkling tiny lustres of the land ; So when a child, as playful children use, Has burn'd to tinder a stale last year's news, The flame extinct, he views the roving fireThere goes my lady, and there goes the squire ! There goes the parson, oh, illustrious spark! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk! William Cowper CCCXII. A DREAM OF HINDOSTAN. Risum teneatis, amici?— "THE longer one lives the more one learns," Bemused with thinking of tithe concerns, But, lo! in sleep not long I lay, When Fancy her usual tricks began, On aught but rice, is deem'd a sinner; "But how is this?" I wondering cried, A row of beautiful butchers' shops- So, on, from street to street I strode ; The butchers look'd-a roseate crew, Still posed to think what all this scene Of sinecure trade was meant to mean, "And pray," asked I, "by whom is paid The expense of this strange masquerade? "The expense! Oh, that's of course defray'd," Said one of these well-fed Hecatombers, "By yonder rascally rice-consumers. "What! they, who mustn't eat meat!". "No matter " (And while he spoke his cheeks grew fatter), "The rogues may munch their Paddy crop, But the rogues must still support our shop. And, depend upon it, the way to treat Heretical stomachs that thus dissent, Is to burthen all that won't eat meat With a costly Meat Establishment." On hearing these words so gravely said, And my slumber fled, and my dream was sped, With my nose in the Bishop of FERNS's book. Thomas Moore. CCCXIII. WHEN Love came first to earth, the Spring And back he vow'd his flight he'd wing But Spring departing, saw his faith |